Oh, right! Hi there. Sorry I haven’t been around for the past few weeks. It’s just that I’ve been going a little ARGH! and also WAAAAAUGH! but mostly ZZZzzzzzzzzz… Ah, but no worries! My doctor told me that a LOT of people have visited her for a medication adjustment due to the chief executive brain bulldozing. I am not alone!
I don’t even know where to begin, so I’ll do what I do when I don’t even know where to begin.
This photo represents the fact that I found myself topless in a tiny room with a big x-ray machine last week. They thought I had pneumonia, but I didn’t. I still don’t! (I saved the mask. I’m not sure why.) ((Actually, I DO know why. It’s sexy and it’s covered with dried up pleurisy juices. Maybe I’ll strain yogurt through it!))
I bought a new shirt because when my words can’t be heard, I want them to be seen. (You can get one for yourself here.)
A friend and I shared lattes and lunch today and we eventually found ourselves talking about where we find joy. I have found a lot of joy in the past week writing down quotes that I love from books.
(I hope I never have to say that terror made me cruel. I know a few people who COULD say it but they never will.)
I’m knitting a thing that will eventually look like this, but brighter. Also, I have it stashed in the sushi bag that Tempe gave me for Christmas because that bag brings me so much joy.
We had a fire last night (hygge!) and in this photo it looks like two fire people are arguing about a fire baby. I sat on the couch and yelled, “Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of him!” (Opportunities to do King Solomon impressions don’t present themselves very often. Always take full advantage.)
Add this to your list: Your handwriting is just lovely.
As I grow older, one of my new found favorite quotes is this:
How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward. -Spanish proverb
One of my aunts commented under my posted photo of the little bleeding boy sitting dazed in the back of the ambulance the following words: “The good have to suffer for the bad.” I…just cannot even with the what.
The activism thing is overwhelming right now. So many things to protest in such a short amount of time. We should host a hug in, just to take a break from it all for a minute.
http://speisa.com/modules/articles/index.php/item.2374/german-police-it-s-an-arab-rape-game-called-taharrush-and-now-it-has-come-to-europe.html
Germany needs pink kitty hats too…… pls send after using against Trump……
<–Dazed and delighted by your shirt.
"When we were children, we had the impression that almost everything was just for fun – no harm intended, no damage done." A Prayer for Owen Meany
The paragraph that follow that quote is also my favorite ending EVER, but too lengthy to post here.
Went to the psychiatrist the other night and asked how his new grandbaby was.
This launched him having a little rant and then us laughing as he explained that every patient that day had a chief executive rant. He said he heard them all out, made adjustments and was doing what he could. Me? I’m helping my Oldest hold it together.
Here I am, dropping in a whole week late, for the very same reason everyone else is in a blue funk. I’ve been trying to avoid most of the places I go online just because every single one of my friends is either sad or angry or both and there’s only so much we can do to make it stop.
I’m glad you didn’t have pneumonia. I’m glad you kept the mask — it’s fetching. I’m going to get that shirt, thanks for the link. I’m very happy that you’ve given me an idea, to get out my nice fountain pen and notebook and write down good quotes. There are so many of them.
Beautiful photographic catch of the family argument in the fire. I can see it, too.
And now, I should start the socks that I promised to knit for my daughter. Then I’ll do the ones I promised my son. That will keep my head full of better thoughts. And when hell freezes over their feet will stay warm.
I love your knitting. I have to ask what is that yarn? The colors are yummy!